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This was supposed to be a Songspiration shoot. And I did 2 earlier. But I love this. Because I love this. Because I hate my face.
Trees are little protection from the pouring rain.
Expansion.
Tired.
Little words.
Lots to do.
Nothing done.
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From the last Drink & Click. While everyone was at the Palace of Fine Arts, I ran to catch the sunset over the Golden Gate which was quite special that evening. This is one of my favorite Golden Images I've taken.
Another in the Butoh series. In the context of Butoh, the surrealist ghost gains self-awareness of his status and is witnessing freedom's vastness. Alternatively a meditation of a yogin of the Drikung clan. The dynamic matrix of appearances is the expression of the creative potential of Awareness Bodhicitta, completely empty. This is represented in the image with the Sanskrit syllables of hung representing the primordial status, whipping around, with the subtly of atomic motion.
Special thanks to "Whispering Soul" flickr group.
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In my garden today. I had a few minutes to walk around and see what's going on in the garden. These are such reliable bloomers that I knew I would not be disappointed. They open white and pale pink and mature to this color.
The next couple of weeks will be consumed with my husband's surgery and recovery for his torn quadricep tendon so I may not be around much. I'll be in and out when I can.
A week of early mornings and treacherous coastal hikes in the dark near crashing waves, rewarded me with some spectacular witnessed sunrises in Hawaii. For this image I captured, I had to get daringly close to this angry cauldron, which unpredictably thrust out spouts of water, as if trying to grab me and drag me into the churning water. Also competing for my immediate attention was the sky that flourished into a fiery Brise-soleil. Indubitably a defining moment of my sunrise exploits.
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A sneak peak from my photo shoot the other day with the fabulous Jennifer Johnston :] It's part of my first assignment for my thesis class! Wish me luck in critique tomorrow!
This shot was lit by a large Elinchrom Ocatabox to camera left :]
All hair and make up was done by myself, with assistance with my soul sistahh Chlz.
I hope all of you are having a fabulous week! xx
I know it's been a long time since I've posted anything, but I've been busy taking photos the entire time. Now that the weather is getting a bit too cold for most insects, I've turned my efforts to editing. It's probably going to take a while because I've accumulated tens of thousands of photos. Obviously, only a fraction are keepers, but selecting and editing the best will still be time consuming.
This guy is one of my favorite species. They were pretty common a couple months ago, but I haven't seen any for a while. I've probably got better mystaceus pictures, so I'll post more after editing.
Many more photos to come...
Update
I finished editing most of the best photos which can be found at my new website: colinhuttonphotography.com/
Part I
Our life has been changed by leaps and bounds since the last century, thanks to the advancement of technology. And it will continue to evolve, whether we like it or not.
Note: Flash fired at 1/16 from camera right. Diffused through a light box.
Some tools are so full of art that they enable even the dorkiest of hands to create things of beauty. They are effortless in the sense that they turn the mundane into something worth seeing or listening to. I am talking Winston & Newton Brushes, Faber-Castell Polychromos, Fender Stratocasters, Stradivarius Violins and Leica glass. Becoming an M shooter has been like coming back to the foundations, to being a child with a camera, less consumed by focal lengths and technicalities and more on the joyful activity of taking pictures of everything in sight. It has re-sparked my love for photography by what feels like an act of liberation: I now feel I have the liberty and the agility to walk around and just find the beauty and interestingness in everything. To see everything through the lens again. No special occasions or fancy trips needed
Stanlow with the last bit of sunrise slowly being consumed by a hailstone storm.
these 4 photos were taken over a 10min window with the light changing constantly
Consumée avec grâce
Les fleurs en fin de saison ont parfois plus d'élégance que lors de leurs floraisons
Old billboard at the BR-163 Highway.
Copyright © Tatiana Cardeal. All rights reserved.
Reprodução proibida. © Todos os direitos reservados.
During a research about the sexual commercial exploitation of children and adolescents on Brazilian roadways , this set of images was born as a perpendicular set from my documentation of the issue.
Those images, old billboards around the BR-163 Highway, were always calling me, sending me subtle messages, like whispers that I couldn't silence.
According the Brazilian ANDI's documents (Childhood and Adolescence Rights News Agency Network), the consumerist pressure exerted by the media, mainly by the advertising industry, impose patterns of consumer behavior often inaccessible to a large population, and especially the children and youth. The search for such patterns represent in many cases one of the factors for approval among children and adolescents and networks of sexual exploitation.
“The dictatorship of consumerism and eroticism is beneficial to commercial sexual exploitation, as the ideology of consumerism has transformed eroticism into merchandise”
Marlene Vaz, sociologist, specialist in child and adolescent sexual exploitation.
She was studying in the hut and did not want to go out. She was reading an old mathematics book in english, and while the whole village was laughing, looking at the french man taking pictures, she kept on reading, very seriously. Then, at the last moment, in the last ray of sun, she came out of the house...
The Boranas live in the barren north of Kenya, on the boundery with Ethiopia. They belong to one of the 200 Oromo groups.Their name means "friend" or "kind person", so that a bad person may be told he is not Borana. The Borana speak an Oromo language, spoken by three major peoples. Their way of life is organized around the family's animals: cattle but also goats, sheeps and sometimes camels. Because of the more and more dry climate, they tend to rear camels instead of cattle. Their animals (cattle and camels) is the main source of wealth, and serve as brideprice, sacrifices and legal fines.Their staple diet relies on milk products, supplemented by corn bread. Meat is highly valuable and only consumed on rare occasions. Borana solid round huts, built by the women, consist of intermixed branches covered with grass and slits of plants all the way to the ground. The women also weave grass huts called « dasse », easy to carry. The Borana may have to move up to four times a year, because of the lack of rainfall and arid land. It is the women's role to displace their homes to the new location, either by camel or donkey. However, nowadays, many Borana are not nomadic any more and build permanent houses, which protect them from the heavy rain. Their new houses are generally spacious, with usually three rooms. The deep wells (tula wells) play a key role in the Borana society, as the sole source providing water during the dry season. The wells appear in clusters and were built with no scientific equipment 500 years ago. Most of all, they are never dryed up, even in the event of severe droughts. When the men draw on the well, they form a human chain on a precarious ladder, and sing a loud chorus, which keeps the rhythm going. So the troughs are filled at a steady pace, at the mouth of the well. Families are close-knit, although divorce is quite frequent. A strict role differentiation between men and women exists: men are in charge of the herds while women are responsible for the children and the every-day life. Beside building the huts at each move, they also take care of the tea ritual at the opening ceremony of the new houses. The Borana often sport a shawl or light blanket. Women wear a scarf on their head, while men often wear a small brimless turban for prayer. In contrast to the Samburu, Borana clothes are of dark colours.Because of their nomadic lifestyle, they had few contacts with Christian missionaries. Islam has influenced their society, but they believe traditionally in one God called Wak. For them, all good things originate from Wak, especially rain. In the legend, they are said to offer Him gifts, the biggest sacrifice that can be made being the first baby one has. In this case, a shaman who lives in the forest kills the new born. They also have intermediary priests named Qalla. Their spiritual leaders are granted a powerful veneration. In their religion, spirits (Ayana) which possess people and things are of a great importance. Their believes are related to their herds which are indispensable for sacrifices and rituals to guarantee fertility, health, and assistance from spirits. As a nomadic group, many traditions are taught through oral history, especially songs. Every single aspect of their culture is connected to music. A very known tradition is their complex gada system, hierarchical and political system that divides the Borana community into different age-sets. A new « father of the village » is elected every eight years by an assembly of all the Borana people or their representatives. The gada system is the Borana model of conflict prevention and resolution.
Les Boranas vivent dans le nord aride du Kenya, à la frontière avec l’Ethiopie. Ils appartiennent à l’un des 200 groupes Oromo.Leur nom signifie « ami » ou « gentille personne », de sorte qu’on peut dire d’une mauvaise personne qu’elle n’est pas Borana. Les Borana parlent une langue Oromo, parlée par 3 groupes majeurs. Leur mode de vie est organisé autour des animaux de la famille : bétail mais aussi chèvres, moutons et parfois dromadaires. Du fait du climat de plus en plus sec, ils ont tendance à élever des dromadaires à la place du bétail. Leurs animaux (bétail et dromadaires) est leur principal source de richesse, et servent comme paiement de la mariée, sacrifices et amendes. Leur alimentation de base repose sur des produits laitiers, complétés par du pain de maïs. La viande est d’une grande valeur et consommée seulement à de rares occasions. Les huttes solides arrondies des Borana, construites par les femmes, se composent de branches entremêlées couvertes avec des herbes et plantes jusqu’au sol. Les femmes tissent aussi des huttes faites d’herbes appelées « dasse », faciles à transporter. Les Borana peuvent avoir à se déplacer jusqu’à 4 fois par an, à cause du manque de précipitations et des terres arides. C’est le rôle des femmes de déplacer les maisons au nouvel endroit, par dromadaire ou âne. Toutefois, de nos jours, de nombreux Borana ne sont plus nomades et construisent des maisons en dur qui les protègent des fortes pluies. Leurs nouvelles maisons sont généralement spacieuses, avec souvent 3 pièces.Les puits dits profonds (tula) jouent un rôle clé dans la société des Borana, en tant que seule source approvisionnant en eau durant la saison sèche. Les puits sont regroupés et ont été construits sans équipement scientifique, il y a de cela 500 ans. Ils ne se tarissent jamais, même dans les cas de sècheresse sévère. Lorsque les hommes puisent dans le puits, ils forment une chaîne humaine sur une échelle précaire et se passent l’eau en chantant en chœur, ce qui leur permet de garder le rythme. De cette façon les abreuvoirs sont remplis à un rythme constant, à l’entrée du puits. Les families sont très unies, malgré le fait que le divorce est assez fréquent. Une différenciation stricte des rôles entre hommes et femmes existe : les hommes ont la charge des troupeaux tandis que les femmes sont responsables des enfants et de la vie de tous les jours. Mis à part construire les huttes à chaque déplacement, elles s’occupent également du rituel du thé à la cérémonie d’ouverture des nouvelles maisons. Les Borana arborent souvent un châle ou une couverture légère. Les femmes portent un foulard sur leur tête tandis que les hommes portent souvent un turban pour prier. En contraste avec les Samburu, les vêtements des Borana sont de couleur sombre.Du fait de leur mode de vie nomade, ils n’ont eu que peu de contacts avec les missionnaires chrétiens. L’Islam a influencé leur société, mais traditionnellement ils croient en un Dieu appelé Wak. Pour eux, Wak est à l’origine de toute bonne chose qui arrive, en particulier la pluie. Dans la légende, on dit qu’ils Lui offre des dons, le plus grand sacrifice qui puisse être fait étant le premier enfant qu’une personne a. Dans ce cas, un shaman qui vit dans la forêt tue le nouveau-né. Ils ont aussi des prêtres qui servent d’intermédiaires, dénommés Qalla. Ils accordent à leurs chefs spirituels une puissante vénération. Dans leur religion, les esprits (Ayana) qui possèdent les gens et les choses sont d’une grande importance. Leurs croyances sont liées à leurs troupeaux qui sont indispensables à leurs sacrifices et rituels pour garantir la fertilité, la santé et l’aide de la part des esprits. En tant que groupe nomade, de nombreuses traditions sont enseignées par l’histoire orale, en particulier les chansons. Chacun des traits de leur culture se rattache à la musique. Une tradition très connue est leur système complexe « gada », système hiérarchique et politique qui divise la communauté Borana en différentes classes d’âge. Un nouveau « père du village » est élu tous les huit ans par une assemblée de tout le peuple Borana ou ses représentants. Le système gada est le modèle Borana de prévention et résolution des conflits.
© Eric Lafforgue
With full can of XXXX in each…
consumed with half a kilo of Tiger prawns from Costco, the rest for tomorrow...
on Welcome to the Enlightenment!
on Silence Dogood Essay #3
yousuf on Benjamin Franklin’s Birthplace
Sites @ Suffolk University
“Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.”
It is commonly mistaken that Franklin once said, “Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.” However, Franklin apparently did not like beer very much and was much more of a wine lover. The quote originally came from a letter that Franklin wrote to his friend André Morellet while he was in France. He stated,
“Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards, and which incorporates itself with the grapes to be changed into wine; a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy!”
www.ushistory.org/franklin/quotable/singlehtml.htm
Although Franklin does love wine, here, he may be referring to the greatness of God and the wonders of the rain and the vineyards, rather than the greatness of wine. However, either way, the quote never had anything to do with beer.
It is still unknown who started this rumor, or when his words got twisted since it it so hard to trace the roots to a rumor that started so long ago. However, according to beer.about.com/od/historyofbeer, the rumor may have spread so broadly because so many people commonly use the quote, and after hearing it so often, it is automatically is believed to be true. Also, since Franklin is known to have a satirical side to him, it would not be preposterous to believe that he may have said such a thing. However, today the false quote is still printed on-shirts all around the world.
An ancient forest is slowly revealed and consumed by the tide in Neskowin, Oregon.
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M-53
Sanilac County, Michigan
Looking at old plat books of Sanilac County:
1894 George Collins 40 acres
1906 George Collins 40 acres
1917 G.W. Collins 40 acres
192x G.W. Collins 40 acres
1969 Sam Kashat 40 acres
2004 Kashat 40 acres
By kc Rollins
(Kindle Edition; Read with Free App)
2018 Genre: Fiction-Erotica/BDSM
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(Book cover created by Gabi Fanshaw.
Modeled by Johnjohnjohnjohn111)
"Can anyone change their true nature to please another?
Carter Nicholson was mentored by a skilled Dominant, who taught him the art of Domination and Carter studied it with passion. But with his good looks he never really had to practice his art. All he had to do was smile at a submissive and she was happy to serve him in whatever way he wished. But Carter wanted more.
He never had a long-lasting intimate relationship. He and his good friend Whitney, a submissive, had formed a tight bond, but it wasn't a dominant/submissive relationship. They had been intimate, but never sexual. While Carter never thought of Whitney other than a friend, Whitney dreamed that someday Carter would view her differently.
When Carter met Niki, things changed for both him and Whitney. He became inexplicably attracted to Niki, but she wasn't submissive. Whitney knew Niki was wrong for him, but he was consumed with thoughts of having her and Whitney, who cared for Carter deeply, wanted him to be happy so, she helped in whatever way she could.
Whitney helplessly watched as her good friend changed from a once confident Dominant to a tormented image of his former self. His relationship with Niki tore him apart until even he couldn't recognize himself. But he couldn't resist her.
He was consumed.
***Content Warning***
This book has sexual situations, profanity and Dominant/submissive relationships. Reader discretion is advised."
When I think about humanity's additions to the planet, structures like these; cranes, industrial drills and the like stick out as the worst. There's something desolate about the design, something all together bleak and lifeless.
I walked past these on a rather cold walk through Blackwall and Canary Wharf. Among the brand new skyscrapers and the nearby banking buildings, these stick out as rusting reminders of the less modern aspects of society- I think, at least.
I thought monochrome suited them rather well- 'captures the feeling.
The stretches of untouched beach along the coast are havens for a large variety of wildlife. The daily business of living, and for some, succumbing, can be observed by those who make the effort. The fastest animal on earth took its time consuming its catch. Despite fishermen nearby, I was the only one to notice her. It’s rare to catch a glimpse of nature in the raw, for falcons are usually extremely private. This was a privilege. If only I could devote more time to this passion. #PeregrineFalcon
The greylag goose (Anser anser) is a species of large goose in the waterfowl family Anatidae and the type species of the genus Anser. It has mottled and barred grey and white plumage and an orange beak and pink legs. A large bird, it measures between 74 and 91 centimetres (29 and 36 in) in length, with an average weight of 3.3 kilograms (7.3 lb). Its distribution is widespread, with birds from the north of its range in Europe and Asia migrating southwards to spend the winter in warmer places. It is the type species of the genus Anser and is the ancestor of the domestic goose, having been domesticated at least as early as 1360 BC. The genus name is from anser, the Latin for "goose".
Greylag geese travel to their northerly breeding grounds in spring, nesting on moorlands, in marshes, around lakes and on coastal islands. They normally mate for life and nest on the ground among vegetation. A clutch of three to five eggs is laid; the female incubates the eggs and both parents defend and rear the young. The birds stay together as a family group, migrating southwards in autumn as part of a flock, and separating the following year. During the winter they occupy semi-aquatic habitats, estuaries, marshes and flooded fields, feeding on grass and often consuming agricultural crops. Some populations, such as those in Southern England and in urban areas across the species' range, are primarily resident and occupy the same area year-round.
The greylag is the largest and bulkiest of the grey geese of the genus Anser, but is more lightly built and agile than its domestic relative. It has a rotund, bulky body, a thick and long neck, and a large head and bill. It has pink legs and feet, and an orange or pink bill with a white or brown nail (hard horny material at tip of upper mandible). It is 74 to 91 centimetres (29 to 36 in) long with a wing length of 41.2 to 48 centimetres (16.2 to 18.9 in). It has a tail 6.2 to 6.9 centimetres (2.4 to 2.7 in), a bill of 6.4 to 6.9 centimetres (2.5 to 2.7 in) long, and a tarsus of 7.1 to 9.3 centimetres (2.8 to 3.7 in). It weighs 2.16 to 4.56 kilograms (4.8 to 10.1 lb), with a mean weight of around 3.3 kilograms (7.3 lb). The wingspan is 147 to 180 centimetres (58 to 71 in). Males are generally larger than females, with the sexual dimorphism more pronounced in the eastern subspecies rubirostris, which is larger than the nominate subspecies on average.
Three domesticated hybrids of greylag geese at Koutavos Lagoon, Cephalonia, Greece.
Three eastern greylag geese (A. a. rubrirostris) at Keoladeo National Park in Rajasthan, India
The plumage of the greylag goose is greyish-brown, with a darker head and paler breast and belly with a variable amount of black spotting. It has a pale grey fore-wing and rump which are noticeable when the bird is in flight or stretches its wings on the ground. It has a white line bordering its upper flanks, and its wing coverts are light-coloured, contrasting with its darker flight feathers. Its plumage is patterned by the pale fringes of the feathers. Juveniles differ mostly in their lack of black-speckling on the breast and belly and by their greyish legs. Adults have a distinctive 'concertina' pattern of folds in the feathers on their necks.
The greylag goose has a loud cackling call similar to that of the domestic goose, "aahng-ung-ung", uttered on the ground or in flight. There are various subtle variations used under different circumstances, and individual geese seem to be able to identify other known geese by their voices. The sound made by a flock of geese resembles the baying of hounds. Goslings chirp or whistle lightly, and adults hiss if threatened or angered.
For more information, please visit en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greylag_goose